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Chapter Twenty Seven

POV Baby

Talking To Johnny

I wait for a long time, hoping Johnny will come out. But each moment that passed by only brought me down further. Finally, I decided that the wait wasn't worth it. If Johnny wanted to talk to me, he would have to find me on his own. I stand up from my seat on the steps.

Behind me, a screen door closed. Johnny stands there, towering over me with a scrutinous gaze, playing with the dark sunglasses he'd been wearing when I first saw him. Unintentionally, I back up until I feel the siding of the building press into my spine. He spoke in a casual tone, "Look, um... I gotta run. I've got a lesson with the Kramers in 3 minutes and they'll kill each other if I'm not there."

Unquestionably, I nod, unable to speak. I didn't know what to say. Lisa would say I was head over heels for him. But he couldn't even make the time to talk with me after last night. I say the only thing I can manage to force out of my mouth. "Well, I'm sure you've got to go." I feel a lump in my throat, and a burning behind my eyes. Telltale signs that I was going to burst into tears, unless he left, or suddenly decided he wanted to talk.

He wouldn't even looked at me. Johnny shoved his hands in his pockets. "See you," He muttered before walking away.

An involuntary impulse in me cried out, "Johnny!"

Please, I think desperately, Tell me he wasn't using me. Tell me he feels the same.

He stopped and looked back at me. In a few seconds, I see a light grin creep onto his face. Moments later, though I try to stop it. I feel one on my face too. It seemed to be impossible for me to stay mad at this man. In my heart, I had already forgiven him.

Johnny walked back over to me, grin on his face. I want him to take my hands. I want him to lean over and kiss me. But we can't do any of that with people watching. "Meet me in my cabin in half an hour," He tells me, "I think that we should talk about last night."

I nod to his words, and smile even brighter. While Johnny went to his dance lesson, I hurried up to his cabin, my smile uncontainable. I was more excited than I'd been in a long time. And it was all because of him. Because of Johnny.

Johnny sat on the bed next to me. He'd told me to meet him here half an hour ago. Now that he was done with the Kramers, we were both here. "You wanted to talk?" I ask him.

Johnny gave a small nod. "About last night..." He started, words slow. "If you don't want to see me anymore, I'll understand. You don't have to-"

"It's fine," I say, cutting him off. Was that really what this was about? Did Johnny really thing that I wouldn't want to see him anymore? If anything I had thought it would be the other way around, but then, here I was. But there were some things I needed to sort out first. Nervousness filling me, I start to talk. "And I do want to keep seeing you, I just... I need to know how you feel. If it's just sex for you, then I can't be in this. We didn't really do much talking last night, and I just need to know how you feel about me."

"That's fair," Johnny responded. "I'll try and give you an honest answer. I just don't want to scare you away,"

Right now, with how strong my feelings for him were, that was the least of my worries. Quietly, I reassured him, "That's not going to happen."

Johnny released a sigh, almost as if the words were painful. "Okay. I really like you, Baby," He admitted. "I like you a lot. It's not just sex for me. I don't really know what I feel for you. But I know that it feels good, and I don't want to lose it. I think one day I could love you," Johnny told me, sounding slightly wistful at the thought.

I swallowed. It was a lot of information, to process, that he felt the same way I did. "Okay."

"And, how do you feel?" Johnny asked. "About me?"

I have to restrain myself from answering right away. I wait a healthy amount of time before speaking. Desperately hoping I don't sound too eager, I answer his question. "Um... I like you, too. A lot more than I should. I'm probably about where you are, feelings wise."

I didn't even need to think about Johnny's next question. "Um. This is going to sound kind of weird, but... you didn't hate it did you? The sex? You didn't think it was bad?"

I shake my head. It had been wonderful. Johnny had been a perfect gentleman, and even if it had been bad, it wasn't like I would know it. I didn't have anything else to compare it to. But I didn't want to answer that and have him think me slutty, so instead I say, "No. No, I actually really liked it. But I really don't have a whole lot of experience in that area. Or any, really, for that matter. You might have noticed. Did you think it was bad?"

"No. It was good. Even for someone who doesn't have much experience. Do you regret it?"

The answer slipped from my mouth before I could even think about it, "No. Even though my Father is going to be really upset if he ever finds out. Do you?"

Johnny looked bleak, and swallowed. "No. Not even a little bit," His words confuse me, because they don't fit with his expression. But when he finished the thought, I understand. "It's just that I'm not allowed to date guests, so Max can't find out about us."

"I know," I answer. The first night I got here, I saw Johnny for the first time. He walked into one of Max's lectures, and ended up receiving one of his own. For Johnny, guests were strictly off limits.

Johnny looked confused at my answer, which is undoubtedly because I had never told him about seeing him that first night. "You do?" He asks. I nod. "How?"

Rather sheepishly, I explained eavesdropping on that conversation. "The first night I got here, I went up to the main house to look around. Max was lecturing the Waiters about how they're supposed to romance the Daughters. You walked in and... well, you know the rest,"

"How much of that did you see?" Johnny asked, face pale.

I smirk. "You knocked over some silverware and stormed off." Laughing, I continue. "If it helps, Robbie deserved it," Johnny grinned.

"So you want to try this, then?" Johnny inquired. "Being together?"

I smiled. "Yeah. I do."

"Good, because I've been dying to kiss you all day," Johnny grinned.

"I think the feeling is mutual," I answered softly, drawing closer to him. Johnny pressed his lips to mine. God help me, I was falling for him.

And I didn't even care.